So my idea for this Wendip-week-thingie is to go through the prompts day-by-day with each prompt getting longer until we reach First Time. Some of these will be strong T+, though, for mild sexual themes and language. (When I mean sexual, I mean more like the mention of nudity more than the description. No lemons here! Fairly teen-safe.) This chapter, especially, takes a more physical and spiritual meaning to the prompt "naked". Enjoy.
Naked
Dipper didn't mind the rain.
Rain itself was something he had grown quite accustomed to since his first stay in Gravity Falls, being as it was in the Pacific Northwest and that Gravity Falls was fifty miles to the ocean. Lake or ocean effect storms just kinda worked that way.
So when the late-night request on his phone beamed back "Come to my house" from Wendy Corduroy, Dipper shrugged and slid on a coat. The rain was more of a drizzle anyway, and it wasn't going to become a full-on storm.
Or so he thought.
Arriving at her house at 10:30 pm, drenched from the pelting rain that rang like bullets throughout her homestyled log cabin home, Dipper felt like he needed to reiterate his stance on rain: he didn't mind the rain, but he did mind the freaking downpour it turned into in three freaking minutes.
It was then that he started to study the home. Twirling her spare house key she had given him in his hands, he took a few steps into the darkened home. Dan and the boys were gone fishing for the weekend, leaving the 21-year-old red headed lumberjack alone in her house for a few days.
The house was totally dark, with no lights on or anything. The only light seemed to be streaming from Wendy's room, where he knew her panduck-installed-nightlight was emanating freely and away from the judging stares of her peers.
"Wendy?" He called, receiving no answer. The pelting rain didn't help his straining ears. Sighing, he retrieved his phone from his soaked bookbag and made sure that the time was correct. It was, and he sighed, rubbing his ears. He'd have to go looking for her.
He stood, checking around her rather small living room for a second until he moved past the empty kitchen and into the hallway that led to the bedrooms. The bathroom door was shut, but he couldn't see light out of the sides of the homemad door. All three Corduroy boys slept in one room, in military-style bunks that seemed to have been left overturned on purpose. Dipper decided not to stay long in the room that reeked of football and fire hydrants, so he turned to Dan's room in his continued search for Wendy. Standing there and pondering why she would even be in her father's room, he turned down the hall back to her room.
It too was empty, leaving Dipper at a loss. Her bedsheets were unturned, leaving a quilt flopping on the floor from one half of the bed and a pillow jumping ship from the left side. Her television was on, though, curiously depicting a static screen. Dipper guessed it was from the storm.
As he shut the door quietly, he backed up slowly. The creaks of the door (or maybe the floorboards underneath) groaned slowly underfoot. If he'd been intelligent at that moment, he would have realized that it was the bathroom door opening.
He took a few steps in the dark before feeling his back press up against something wet. His eyes widened with fear, his brain racing to try and figure out the possibilities of what he could be feeling right now. After tossing around the idea of a giant frog that ate Wendy, he turned around as his blood chilled.
There stood Wendy, wide eyed and nude as the towel she was using to cover herself fell innocently to the floor.
Dipper couldn't breathe. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he couldn't. There stood his girlfriend, his awesome, wonderful, proud-of-herself girlfriend, haplessly unclothed and trying in vain to cover everything that shouldn't be showing.
He choked out the first words through a throat drier than he'd ever experienced before. "I-I'm so sorry! I mean, I didn't hear the shower going because it was raining and it's really late at night and you wanted me to come over and now you're naked and please don't think I'm a pervert I'm not really I'm just a victim of circumstance and I really—"
"Dipper, shut up!" She yelled, restraining the urge to cover his mouth despite the lack of Corduroys in the cabin. She knew it wasn't his fault, and she knew the younger man didn't have any intention of seeing her in the buff when he walked in, but his typical flaw of having to apologize for literally everything was starting to get on her nerves.
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened, either.
"Dipper, listen to me." She said, holding on to his quivering shoulders as he tried his damnest to look away. "I don't blame you, okay? This isn't your fault. You're a wonderful guy, and a humble one at that. Don't beat yourself down for things like this."
His breathing calmed, and his gaze returned to the floor calmly. She loosened her grip on him, patting him on the shoulder before walking back into her room. "Now let's get back to the movie business. That's what I called you over for, right?"
Alone in her room with Dipper still lingering on the last thirty seconds, Wendy sighed as she put on some clothes.
"It's nice that I can be laid completely bare, completely naked, and you'll still honor me like the most important thing in the world, without imperfections that are staring you right in the face."
Multiple times she'd laid down her tough-girl attitude and armor just to cry in the weaker Pine Tree's arms. Whether she liked it or not, she'd been laid bare before him many times before, each moment leaving her feeling more confident with herself as Dipper decided to become psychiatrist Doctor Pines for the evening. He'd helped her through so many problems even he didn't realize...
She guessed that's what it meant to be laid naked before someone. In more ways than one.
She hated sometimes that he was always so innocent and wasn't like the other guys. But, then again, that was one of the reasons why she loved him so much.
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